Better to End the Day with Good News, not Bad

My day started out rather late. I had a bad night and a bad, bad dream which I won't go into. I didn't get out of the bed until 11am. While Rho was running around doing a lot of "errands" I sat in the kitchen and read how the Marlins got swept by the Braves and a lot of other bad news. I really don't know where to look in the newspaper or on the internet for some good news...particularly in regard to the war in Iraq where we don't know who or where or what to fight, and in Israel whose military is held back because the rest of the world doesn't want civilians killed. What's the big deal? Germany killed millions of civilians, and France allowed it to happen. The Nazis "blitzkrieged" England without regard to civilians. We bombed Germany without regard to civilians. We dropped an atom bomb on Japan without regard to civilians. In other words, it was the last war we won. Lesson: If you want to win a war, then get it on with everything you've got. Unless of course, you care to lose.

I took my medications and then went to the cardiologist for a "protine" test where they jab you with a needle, get a little blob of blood, and then stick it on a machine that tells you whether or not you need more or less coumadin in your body to keep clots from forming. Rhoda called prior to this visit and decided to meet me in the doctor's office and then go to lunch. Of course, this was my breakfast. It was 2pm when we got to IHOP. She had a double BLT sandwich and I had 4 chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream puffs all around, and those little miniature tiny Hershey thingies. I could only finish two of those pancakes. When the waiter asked if I wanted to take them home, I told him not to bother, and to donate the other two to charity.

So, Rho and I started home--she in her Cavalier, me in my Malibu. I got home first and waited and waited and waited. The phone rang and darn if she didn't need another tow to Firestone. Her car heated up to the max, and the air didn't work. So, AAA came and she called me to come pick her up at the repair shop. This is the third time in a month that her car needed a tow. I really don't know what the problem is. The car is only 12 years old....

Oh...good news! Marlins beat the Mets 8-7 with a run in the 10th inning. Now I can sleep. TTYL Baron-